Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2014 20:28:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Nathan Bradshaw <nbradfshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Angel's Shadow 3

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"Fuck yeah! Give it to me Matt!" I slammed my head against the chipped
black linoleum tiles on the wall. He bit down hard on my neck, and I felt
it, reallyfelt him. At the same time, he slammed into me harder than he had
so far. His dick was great, thick and veiny and he knew how to lay pipe. I
could feel him in my stomach stretching me out every time he pulled all the
way out then slammed his whole length back in.

"You love this dick don't you!?!" he roared in my ear, pounding my ass to
hell and back. I was on my back in the bathroom on the floor by a few
urinals. My jeans were tangled around my ankles, he had torn my underwear
off. He was an animal from the minute the door closed. He had shoved my
back against it, forced my mouth open and his tongue exploded inside of
me. Making love was great, but there was nothing quite like explosive,
reckless fucking.

"Hell yea..." I could barely speak between the moans he was fucking out of
me. He was like a man possessed. I grabbed the back of his neck and forced
him closer to me. I ran my tongue up his sweaty, hairy chest and bit his
nipple. He screamed and slammed his dick into me making me scream with
him. God this kid was passionate! He grabbed my wrists and slammed them up
against the cold wall and pinned them up there. The pain was intense but
only momentary, probably would have broken them if I wasn't unbreakable.

"Fucking A!" I gasped. My dick was rocking back and forth wildly, hard as
it'd ever been. "Fuck me harder!" From making out against the door, he
picked me up and dropped me on the granite sink counter and pulled my shirt
off. He tossed his off, and we were back at it again, my back pressed
against the cold mirror. He bit my lip, drew a drop of blood, and I moaned
into his mouth before I slammed his fist into the mirror behind me. It
splintered, he screamed. Then my pants were down, and he ripped my
underwear without pulling away from our kiss. He didn't hesitate; he spit
on his dick and shoved himself inside of my ass. He was precumming like
crazy, but it was the sheer force he used that really shocked me. He hadn't
cared if he hurt me, because he knew he couldn't. Then I slammed myself
into the splintered mirror, and the glass fell apart around us.

"You want it harder witch?" He growled at me. His sweat was pouring off his
face and into my mouth; I swallowed it hungrily. I loved his taste, salty
and manly.

"Fuck!" I whined out, rocking my ass to meet his thrusts. I was so close,
and I needed him to know that; needed him to be ready to fill me up when I
shot all over my chest. His dick seemed to get thicker in me and then i
felt it. His first shot was hard and warm but he didn't stop fucking me,
kept ramming my ass as hard as he could while he filled me up with his
cum. God it felt amazing and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ugghh!" I screamed as I came with him. My dick was throbbing and hot as it
shot between us and my belly was covered in my own boiling cum. Matt was
still shooting inside me but then he pulled out and added his cum to
mine. The smell was intoxicating! His cum mixed with mine, our sweat and
asses stinking up the bathroom. He had finally stopped cumming, and his
dick was soft and sticky pressed against mine. He leaned down onto me and I
was suctioned into his stink. Then this massive grin appeared on his face,
and he started to laugh.

"What?" I asked. His eyes were such a dark shade of brown they appeared
black, but this close I could see they weren't. His body was heavy and
light as it lay atop me, and suddenly I could feel the cold sleek quartz
floor beneath me, and the little pool of water that had formed from the
dripping sink.

"I've never fucked anyone like that before," Matt said, laughing.

"So?"

"I mean- I always wanted to, but I was afraid I'd hurt them. And then I met
you, and you were the last person I'd ever expect to let me fuck them like
that. But you're the perfect person-"

"Because I'm a Supreme, and you can't hurt me," I knew what he was getting
at. It wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. "Well you can get off of me
now. I'm pretty sure you still have to get back to work." I started to push
him off of me, but he stopped me.

"This can't be it," he smiled as if he knew something about me I
didn't. "You loved it. I loved it. We've got to do it again."

"You can only enjoy love in the moments that you have it," I said. This
time, when I pushed him he rolled back and I stood up, pulling my pants
up. My ass was sore, and leaking cum, so I grabbed a few paper towels and
stuffed them in my jeans. "Maybe if you didn't rip my underwear, I'd think
about it."

"That was your favorite part," he was behind me, hairy thick arms wrapped
around me as he cooed into my ear and played with the rapidly drying cum on
my abs.

"No. This is my favorite part," I reached my hand back and latched onto his
hair, pulling him into my mouth. We kissed, passionately, our tongue's
dancing together. He grew weaker, steadily, and I grew stronger. I opened
my eyes; I liked to see this part. I watched as his body began to pale, his
veins became more visible. His eyes were loosing their life and he'd lost
his ability to speak. I was holding him up, but only for a second more. I
stepped away from him, and he crumbled to the ground. I turned to look at
myself in the mirror.

Being a Supreme meant that I would be strong and healthy for as long as I
am meant to reign, which lasts as long as there is no living
replacement. But I was loosing my edge. I looked 23, but tired, like I had
been running from something all my life. Now; now I looked alive. I
glowed. I felt stronger I was stronger. I was me at my highest high. I had
Matt to thank for that.

When I was 2, I got a puppy for my birthday. Before the day ended, it was
dead. That was when they realized I was different; not a witch, no I was
raised in a family of witches, but that I was more powerful than any before
me. I have what I call the touch of death, only as a toddler, I couldn't
control it. So, the puppy who never got a name- he died because I held
him. Squeezed the life out of him. By the time I was 5 I'd learned to snuff
that power out, but the damage had already been done and everyone was
afraid to touch me. As I grew older, I gained a more sophisticated
understanding of my power. In draining the life out of someone, I'm not
just causing them death; I'm giving myself life. Or, I can give that life
to someone else.

So looking at myself, high off of his life force, vibrant; invincible. This
was my most fearsome power. Because he, like all of those others, cannot be
brought back.



I had never been so nervous in my life. It was funny to even think that,
because that's how I felt every time I was with Julian. like I was about to
vibrate through my skin or something. I pulled out my pack of gum and
popped my second piece in my mouth. I was afraid that he'd come back to the
table and my breath would stink and he'd think I was some sort of freak.

We were out, in public again. He took me to this karaoke restaurant in the
heart of L.A., where like a lot of talented singers were. Which of course
made me even more nervous, because singers were people who were confident
and awesome and I'd always wanted to be a singer and date a singer. And I
felt like everyone was staring at me. Did they know? I mean of course they
knew. This wasn't a sports bar of course we were hear on a date. But the
lady who sat us down didn't seem to act like she knew anything or maybe she
just didn't care.

I'd never dated...anyone. I didn't know what I should be doing. I'd never
dated a guy- he was my first boyfriend. Was he my boyfriend? We didn't talk
about it and I was afraid to ask. But I'd only known him for two weeks but
it seemed like a lifetime because he was all I could think about. What was
he doing anyway? I could see him, up by the stage. Was he flirting with
that girl? I think she's in charge of the music and performances, but
they've been talking for like five minutes. And I don't think he can
sing. I mean he would of told me if he could because most people do. He
looked at me and smiled. He had the greatest smile I'd ever seen. His teeth
were perfect, and his lips were plump but not too plump. I smiled back and
looked away. I could feel my ears burning because I knew he was still
watching me.

I remember when we first met. I was working a late shift and honestly I
only stayed late because someone called out. I should have been at this
party that some girl invited me to. I knew she liked me; i wasn't stupid,
but what could I say? I can't go because I'm gay, and you want me to go so
we can have sex? Or maybe that I wouldn't mind going, as long as you don't
mind me trying to steal every guy you dance with. So I jumped when they
asked me to stay. It was 9:13 exactly when he walked in. I was talking to a
customer when the door dinged and I looked up and I saw... him. I blanked
immediately. Julian was incredible. He was like the handsomest guy I'd ever
seen and he smiled at me, like he just did which is how I knew I'd been
staring. I can't even remember if the customer was a woman or a man,
because I spent every following moment watching him.

He was wearing a pair of expensive tan boots and gray american eagle
khakis, and a jean colored button up that he'd left unbuttoned. He had a
white tank top under and the sleeves were rolled up. He had all these
tattoos and was crazy fit, like he worked out every day. I had never been
so attracted to someone in my life. And when he came up to the register
with nothing in his hands, leaned in close and I could smell his cologne, I
nearly creamed my pants. His eyes were perfect, so distant and
different. They were ice blue, like that actresses, only they seemed to fit
him so much better. I remember studdering and sweating and wishing that I'd
worn a different shirt or that I'd went and got my hair cut and then he
told me that I was beautiful. Me. My mind was telling me that I shouldn't,
but for once my body didn't listen.

It was strange, what happened then. My head was screaming one thing, even
my heart was a little wary, but my body followed him into the bathroom. My
body kissed him- and then it felt like I was slammed all back into one, and
all of me wanted him. But then me- who'd never had sex- went home with
him. I didn't think about it. I just did. But I thought about it when I was
in the shower, alone. I thought about how disgusted I felt, because my
first time was with a perfect stranger. How embarrassed I was that I was 22
and that was my first time. And I didn't tell him. Could he tell? Didn't
people look different after their first time? Maybe that's why I'm so into
him.

"You seem to be a thousand miles away from here," I hadn't even noticed him
standing beside me! But he was, charming and sophisticated. He looked like
he belonged on a runway, or in a museum that was dedicated to capturing the
best the world had to offer. He could be the coming attraction. Someone-
maybe him- had brought a bottle of whine to our table. It was expensive, I
could tell because I'd never seen the brand- Chamboulle-Musigny- at
Walmart.

"Oh, umm, not really," I said, trying to be casual. I didn't really look at
him. Instead, I looked around us. Everyone seemed to be having a great
time. They were all laughing and smiling in the way that people did in
movies when they were happy without a real reason. "Just thinking."

"About me," He slid his hand over my shoulder, then bent down to whisper in
my ear. "I think about you too." He kissed me. His lips were so light
against my ear that I knew I could barely feel it but he sent shivers down
my spine. "I'm going on in five."

"Going on where?" That was a stupid question, of course he meant on
stage. That's why he was talking and not flirting with that girl. She
wasn't pretty enough for a guy like him anyway. Neither am I.

"I didn't bring you here just so we could listen to other people sing," He
was cheery not arrogant when he responded, which I appreciated. "I'm going
to sing for you." I couldn't help it; I blushed.

"Really?" my voice cracked a little for the first time in like years. Why
was this happening to me? He must think I'm a loser. But he didn't; I knew
he didn't. His eyes were shinning and he smiled.

"Really. So don't run off while I'm gone," He joked before turning on his
heel and walking away. More like flying away, because his feet didn't seem
to touch the ground. He was wearing black military boots; they were loose
and kind of messy at the top. He had on a pair of reddish orange skinny
khakis, and a black and white american flag tank top under a tight black
leather jacket. When i think about it, he looked like he belonged on stage.

"A friend of Julian's?"

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A cliff hanger? Who's coming to crash their date? Who will be the next to
fall victim to Julian's ambition? What song is Julian going to sing to
Noland? Find out all this and more on next weeks episode of Dragon Ball Z!
lol maybe not, but still tune in next time! Email me with any questions or
if you just want to chat. We'll here more from Noland in the next chapter
too.